The daily work – that goes on, it adds up. It goes into the ground, into crops, into children’s bellies and their bright eyes. Good things don’t get lost. -Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
School with dog.
School opening ceremony, September 1, 2013
My original room at the school, until this past week. I am now in a room one fourth the size of this one, and twice as hot. I open the window all day, even when it’s below zero outside.
Hooligans barking at a dog on the other side of the fence.
Trash bin near the outhouse at school.
There’s gotta be something good in here!
A screw, a multitool, and a spoon took that cork right out. Later I learned of this trick:
Breakfast at the German bakery
It certainly looked like Christmas there.
My favorite Korean restaurant all decked out for New Years
Serene setting of IST (in-service training, marking 6 months in Mongolia)
M24s at breakfast
My PST group from summer with our counterparts
Orgilmaa, my CP, with the director of programming and training, left, and the training manager.
At the train station
My neighborhood, before all the snowfall
I’m grateful to the students who chop my wood
A tradition in every Mongolian home, a dish of candy, previously arrol, a milk product. Many have arrol and candy together in their dish. My candy goes mainly to the students who chop my wood and carry my water.
Goat soup in the making
The alcohol section has more vodka than anything else, except maybe beer.
The lovely cashier who likes to practice her English
In the hashaa:
My hashaa mom’s daughter and granddaughter visiting in my kitchen
I sincerely hope that, in the midst of all this, I am somehow benefiting Mongolia/Mongolians.